Ah well, I can still dream......

My physio (aka The Magician) has told me to rest, the implication being no more running until my offending Achilles tendon is completely pain-free. So what better to do than put my feet up, close my eyes and daydream of running barefoot along this beautiful shell sand beach on the island of Harris in the Outer Hebrides, lulled by the gentle sush of the sea on a braw summer day....

Luskentyre    (Click to enlarge)

Some June Day

We will drive there some June day

To the furthest place west where the shell sand

Stretches in white miles till it turns to sky.

You'll take off your shoes and splash the shallows,

Joy in the flickering of fish, the dance of crabs;

You'll take my hand and tell me we should run

Fast as we can, fast till we lose our breath. And I

    believing

Will run with you, will laugh too, because of this -

The summer and the blue, the sudden lightness of

   the world

Upon our shoulders. Slowly we'll come back, still out

   of breath,

Drive towards evening to the village for wine and

   shellfish - 

Soft salty lips of the Atlantic -

As a huge orange moon

Peels piece by piece across the sea.

                                        Kenneth Steven 

And an appropriate piece of music; 'Wave after Wave' sung by Joanne Hogg from the album 'Open Sky' by Iona.

       - Music in every sound
         Light beyond each cloud
         Hope in every dream......